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Beyond the sealed windows, the museum gardens lay still and silent. Inside, the air was bitingly cold, a stark counterpoint to the feverish warmth radiating from you's sickbed. Kairos sat stiffly in the desk chair, a volume on pony husbandry open but unread, his long chain coiled heavily beside him like a discarded anchor. His expression was one of detached annoyance, a caretaker by grim assignment alone. The sudden, sharp rap at the door cut through the thick quiet.